Can you remember how special summer was when you were a child? How wonderful it felt to put away your lunch kit for the last time until fall? How great it was to know you rarely had to wear shoes and how exquisite it felt to have grass or sand between your toes for most of the day? Do you remember how slow and quiet early mornings were when you no longer had to rush out the door to school and you had time to watch the sun chasing shadows on the kitchen floor? Wasn't it awesome to eat sweet sticky watermelon or a cold icy Popsicle or a drippy ice cream cone while sitting on the steps outside? I discovered that while reviewing the many photos I took of my last trip, sweet children having fun had materialized in some of them. (I am careful not to post any with recognizable faces except for the public musical festival in Charlottetown, PEI, and yes, the first one has been manipulated.)
Three angels plotting some nefarious stunt, I am sure.
Beach-combing in the shade of the late afternoon. Gotta love those water shoes.
"If you compare NASA's annual budget to explore the heavens, that one year budget would fund NOAA's budget to explore the oceans for 1,600 years." Robert Ballard
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken. Robert Frost
“And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch it, we are going back from whence we came.” ― John F. Kennedy
ANNE: Some girls in books lose their hair in fevers or sell it for money for some good deed. I'm sure I wouldn't have minded losing my hair like that. There's nothing comforting in having your hair cut off because you dyed it.
DIANA: This is the very last of the Queen Anne's Lace for the summer. Don't worry about your hair. No one even notices it anymore.
(Quote from the script written from Anne of Green Gables.)
All of the photos below were taken on Prince Edward Island where Anne of Green Gables was written.
How many golden moments are we allowed in a lifetime? How often are we gifted with a moment that we are too busy to savor? How many moments do we touch in swift passage leaving us just with the sweetness on our fingertips? How many leave us with only the flicker of happiness in a human eye? How many leave us with only the faintest lyrical laugh on the air or warm sigh on the breeze? How many golden moments are we able to hold close in memory?